Why, oh, why is it, that for three years R- , O- , and I were so friendly together and now suddenly⁠—one word only about that other female, about I-330 , and.⁠ ⁠… Is it possible that that insanity called love and jealousy does exist not only in the idiotic books of the ancients? What seems most strange is that I, I!⁠ ⁠… Equations, formulae, figures, and suddenly this! I can’t understand it, I can’t! Tomorrow I shall go to R- and tell him.⁠ ⁠… No, it isn’t true; I shall not go; neither tomorrow nor day after tomorrow, nor ever.⁠ ⁠… I can’t, I do not want to see him. This is the end. Our triangle is broken up.

I am alone. It is evening. There is a light fog. The sky is covered by a thin milky-golden tissue. If I only knew what is there⁠—higher. If I only knew who I am. Which I am I?